I drag a boat over the ocean
with a solid rope.
Will God hear?
Will he take me all the way?
Like water in goblets of unbaked clay
I drip out slowly,
and dry.
My soul whirls. Dizzy. Let me
discover my home.
(Lal Ded)
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I like this poem. Where'd you find it?
I found it in The Shambhala Anthology of Women's Spiritual Poetry...edited by Aliki Barnstone. I knew you would like it, my poetry writing sister.
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